My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work. I'm gonna have me some fun. You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There is 2 to 3 men out there at the most. Fucking lizard. Bleed, bastard. There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die. Here we are again bro... Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number ten, remember... Whole platoon, thirty-two men chopped into meat... We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch... Not a fuckin' scratch. You know whoever got you, he'll come back again. And when he does I'm gonna cut your name, right into him... I'm gonna cut your name, right into him! Come on... Come on! Do it! Do it! Come on! Kill me! I'm here! Come on! Do it now! Kill me! Leave it. He didn't kill you because you were unarmed. No sport... You never were that smart... This is getting better by the minute.